A group of nuns walked towards me and my group at the historic site of a volcanic eruption.  As they passed, I turned around, hoping to catch their billowy scarves in my viewfinder.  This nun turned around to look at me in a curious stare.  One foreigner to another.  Still, she did not seem to be part of her group.  She strayed from her group to look at me, just as I strayed from mine to photograph her.

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